The Secret Within
The Lord of Korelia's Command Tent
Audrey looked at the gem-encrusted silver necklace in her palm, carefully checking it by instinct alone. anwhile, Lansius was still waiting for Ingrid's response to his question.
Why would a powerful guild have interest in a no-man's-land like Lowlandia?
The educator exhaled softly before explaining, "There are two reasons, both equally important. One is to support efforts to stop the infighting in Lowlandia for the good of the Imperium. The second reason is that, like any other guild, the mage guild is concerned about the situation in the Imperium. Rumors have it that the war around the Capital has started. Right now, the guild is seeking allies and looking for possible safe havens."
Lansius felt sothing was odd. "Why does it sound as if the mage guild is responsible for thousands of people?"
"My Lord is perceptive. Indeed, while the guild only accounts for several hundreds, we couldn't abandon the people who have supported us."
"I never knew the guild cared so much for commoners," Audrey comnted.
"Without the people who supported us, the guild wouldn't survive," Ingrid replied almost naturally.
Lansius pondered the practical reason. While it reassured him to a degree, he couldn't shake a lingering doubt about their motivation.
"Where is your guild located?" Audrey asked as she handed the necklace to Lansius, who for the first ti inspected it closely.
"The guild has several branches, but the closest is located near the Nicopola and Elearis border."
"Do you know an old Mage-Hunter by the na of Isolte?" Audrey changed the subject.
Ingrid tried to recall the na but shook her head. "I can't recall anyone with that na."
Audrey nodded, muttering, "She's probably from another branch."
"The Tiberia branch is indeed larger. Is she a friend?"
"She was my old master. She died on a hunting trip several years ago."
"My condolences," Ingrid said politely.
With Audrey having nothing more to say, Lansius stepped up, "Tell , what exactly does this gemstone do?"
"In tis of need, it can give My Lord a few minutes of physical power. Enough to get you out of trouble."
"So, it's for fighting?"
"You may use it as such, but its primary usage is for ergency. When My Lord is wounded, the gemstone will react and hopefully close the bleeding without needing to remove the armor."
"That's clever," Lansius comnted. "Is there any spell to activate the gem or any other specifics?"
"You don't have to, My Lord. It's best to let it work on its own when the ti is right. Think of it as a protective charm."
Lansius nodded. "How many tis can I use it?"
"Once, My Lord."
"And after that?" he followed up.
"It must be returned to us. For a gemstone this potent, the guild will imbue it with magic, but it would take weeks."
So, essentially, a heal with only one effective charge.
"Is there any passive effect when I'm wearing this?" Lansius' curiosity got the best of him.
"Passive effect...?" Ingrid pondered and looked at Lansius with a hint of suspicion as she spoke, "None to my knowledge. The guild has studied such gemstones, and we have yet to uncover any hidden effects."
Putting the ntor's suspicion aside, he asked again, "Allow one more question. How rare is this again?"
"We are not allowed to discuss it My lord, but we know several were treated as heirlooms in high nobles families."
Lansius looked at Audrey, noticing so slight worry, and gave the necklace back to her. "For now, keep it for ."
Ingrid must've sensed their hesitation. "My Lord, My Lady, if there are no other questions, I'll take my leave. We can begin My Lady's education tomorrow morning and mage training at night."
"Is there a particular reason for night training?" Audrey inquired.
"While it's not physical, it can be quite exhausting to the body. So, it'll be best if the trainee sleeps afterward to regain her stamina," Ingrid explained.
Audrey gazed at her squarely. "Will it be dangerous if I had a child in my womb?"
The words felt like a cold bath to Lansius. Is she expecting? Can she even tell if she's pregnant?
"Are you expecting, My Lady?" Ingrid asked without hesitation.
"I haven't felt the changes," she revealed.
"Worry not, My Lady. It has happened before, and many reported that the child grew as normal as expected of them."
***
Three Hills
Not even a month had passed, yet the recruits from South Hill, who had recently joined, were already comfortable with their new Lord. During their brief ti marching together, they observed the Lord marching as if he were just an ordinary footman, carrying his own bag and subjecting himself to grueling marches on foot.
This action quickly endeared him to the recruits, who had few expectations of their new overlord. They recognized him as a leader who truly knew the weight of his commands. As a result, their feelings for him deepened beyond fear and respect, evolving into genuine trust and affection.
During al tis and marches, they expressed hopes that the Lord would unite all of Lowlandia, bring peace, and elevate the province to unprecedented heights.
Their arrival in Three Hills City, t with open arms and a welcoming feast, reinforced their belief that a united Lowlandia was within reach, not a far-fetched dream.
Driven by genuine joy, the troops and camp followers enthusiastically shared stories of the Lord's actions and achievents in every place they visited in Three Hills City. The tradesn and commoners, hearing these tales, clearly recognized them as expressions of admiration, born out of a desire to spread the joy they felt.
It was easy to see that these n, from various backgrounds and origins, were simply enchanted by their streak of victories and escapes from troubling situations that often seed impossible to win.
Unsurprisingly, among his n, the Nicopolans quickly grew almost as fanatical as the Korelian recruits. The Lord's success in saving thousands from the brink of destruction and hunger was seen as sothing greater than the work of a re man.
In South Hill, Lord Lansius had turned the Nicopolans into farrs, yet nobody complained. Instead, they were grateful for the chance to earn their bread instead of taking it from soone else's cold, lifeless hand.
While outwardly they joked that the Lord had turned them from ard refugees into beggars, from beggars into footn, and now, from footn into farrs, it wasn’t mockery. Truthfully, they labored in bliss, knowing from experience that famine and winter treated all equally, regardless of background.
Without food, fire, and warmth, Nicopolans or Lowlandians would be reduced to re nas on wooden grave markers, if they were fortunate enough to have anyone left to bury them.
The Lord's success in giving them the chance to settle down, albeit temporarily, tending farms in serene peace, and waiting for the crops to mature, was nothing short of a miracle for those who, until a season ago, had eaten grey at just to survive.
Thus, it was inevitable that a personality cult venerating the Lord and Lady erged among them. This shared bond united the n from Arvenia, Midlandia, Korelia, Korimor, and Nicopola. Under such circumstances, the n from South Hill were more than eager to join, convinced they were part of sothing greater.
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In just three nights, these n and their stories had left a lasting impression on the people of Three Hills City. The commoners grew hopeful towards this mysterious Lord, now the city's powerful ally. Despite various rumors about the Black Lord, the commoners of Lowlandia respected power and had no issue aligning themselves with the Blue and Bronze banner.
However, not everyone was swayed. Many powerful families remained skeptical, becoming increasingly wary of the Lord of Korelia's expanding power and influence.
***
The day of marching finally arrived. The troops arrayed on the open plains outside the city, slowly assuming formation. Divided into columns, the Lord of Korelia's army was soon joined by the Lord of Three Hills' army.
For this campaign, House Lansius & Audrey commanded:
10 South Hill Knights, led by Sir Harold
40 Cavalry, led by Sir Harold
30 Nomadic horse archers and scouts, led by one of Batu's sworn brothers
50 Mounted Crossbown, led by Dietrich
300 Dragoons, equipped like n-at-arms and with crossbows, led by Lady Audrey
50 South Hill n at arms, led by Sterling
300 Nicopolan Regint on foot, led by Servius
1,300 Nicopolan army on foot, led by Lord Lansius
700 Nicopolan camp followers
There were also an additional four trained dogs for nightti security.
anwhile, House Jorge commanded:
30 mounted Black Knights
100 Three Hills n at arms
300 Three Hills levied troops
After securing his family in carriages, Jorge dismounted not far from Lansius, and the two greeted each other warmly. After scanning the sky and horizon, Jorge said, "It is a fine day to march."
Lansius followed Jorge's gaze, comnting, "Hopefully, it isn't too hot, so we can cover a good distance."
"Knowing the region, I think it'll be a cloudy day," Jorge replied, in high spirits.
The two chuckled and motioned to each other to sit as they waited for the army and its logistical preparations to be complete. Soon, the scouting elents and vanguard marched ahead.
While waiting for the main army, Jorge, seated with Lansius beneath a large field umbrella, asked, "Lord Lansius, if you don't mind satisfying my curiosity, how do you make your n so... loyal? They seem happy to march even with heavy burdens."
Lansius chuckled. "There's really no secret. I think you know more about leadership than I do, My Lord."
"Well, there must be sothing you're doing differently, because it's not sothing I can simply tell my n to do," Jorge said, referring to how Lansius' army carried their supplies on their backs instead of relying on mules or carts.
"The terrain in Umberland will be difficult, so I need so flexibility in case of opportunity or threats."
Lord Jorge nodded, slightly disappointed with the lack of a detailed explanation.
Noticing this, and aware that Lord Jorge was an open-minded noble who didn't ask questions rely to pass the ti but out of genuine curiosity and a willingness to learn, Lansius decided to answer him seriously. "Back in my birthplace, I knew a legendary hero nad Chesty Puller. He's the most remarkable war leader I've ever known."
Jorge's eyes flickered, and his face showed attentiveness. "Hearing that from you, he must be special. How does he compare to you?"
"I'm nothing compared to him. Like a firefly to the sun. He's who I aspire to be."
Intrigued, Jorge pressed, "What kind of leader was he that makes you aspire to be like him?"
"It's simple, My Lord. Simple but hard to do..." Lansius admitted.
"Tell more about him," Jorge asked, his curiosity as pure as that of an innocent child.
Lansius gathered his thoughts and said, "Chesty taught us never to let down our troops. Even though he was a leader, he marched, ate, and slept among his n, never asking for special treatnt. He even ordered his field kitchen to serve his n first, before himself."
Jorge readily nodded, fascinated by the story.
"He always went to where the battles were. When there was no battle, he fought bandits. When there was a battle, he led from the front, often surrounded and against much larger forces, but he never yielded. When other leaders cowered, Chesty courageously stood up, cockily exposed himself to the enemy, and in that way, he led his n from destruction to victory."
"What a pri example of an ideal hero," Jorge comnted heartily.
"Indeed. He's bold, forceful, and aggressive but never reckless. He demanded the best from his n, but they knew they could count on him. Chesty often personally ensured that his wounded n got the best treatnt." Lansius then looked at Jorge. "What fascinated the most is: he always stayed with his troops. Hard pouring rain, frozen snow, knee-deep mud, wet soggy clothes and all. He stayed and fought with them."
Jorge nodded deeply, absorbing what was being told. "And how did his n treat him?"
"They treated him like a devout son to his father. They followed him willingly even in the hardest of fighting. Even when the losses were high, his n never gave up out of respect for their beloved leader."
The Lord of Three Hills' face brightened up, and he humbly said, "There's so much to learn."
"Even I'm still learning," Lansius said. Then, inspired by the story he had just recounted, he looked at his squire. "Sigmund, let soone else walk my horse. Today, I'll walk with my n."
Seeing this, Lord Jorge announced, "Then I shall join you. Let walk by your side."
The n in formation closest to them were thrilled, and the news quickly spread from the column nearest to them to the furthest. Soon, all the troops were excited, and cheers erupted from both armies at this show of solidarity.
The only dissent ca from the Baroness, who rode up to Lansius. "My Lord, you promised to ride beside ."
"Apologies, My Lady, but I think I'll march, at least for this day," Lansius responded.
"But you'll get-"
"I'll be fine. I'm feeling good," he reassured her.
Audrey shook her head and massaged her temple before quickly dismounting. "Then, I'll be walking as well."
The Lady's declaration prompted even more cheering from the troops, who found this situation particularly funny but encouraging.
"You can't," Lansius objected.
"Why not?" Audrey asked firmly.
"You might be expecting," Lansius blurted out.
The statent hushed the crowd. Voices stopped. The staff, the knights, the n—everyone exchanged glances and whispered until soone shouted, "The Lady is pregnant!"
With hoarse voices, the three thousand around them yelled as loudly as they could, celebrating as if they had just won another victory. Other columns heard and joined in, breaking formation to see the Lady they revered. The air was filled with raw jubilation.
Caught in the mont, Audrey could only grin and blush at the overwhelming well-wishes.
Audrey gave him the look, whispering, "But Lans, I'm not sure—"
"We can't be sure. You can't be sure," Lansius said cheerfully while shouldering his backpack.
Lord Jorge and his knights could only grin as they watched the situation unfold and felt similarly empowered. Thus, with high morale, the two armies marched to Umberland.
***
Three Hills City
Five days after Lord Jorge and Lord Lansius marched to Umberland, the secret etings among the city's powerful n intensified.
"We should wait until we know the outco of their campaign in Umberland," one urged his cohorts.
Facing him was a young gentleman who haughtily replied, "The House that I represent will not entertain such cowardly action. We beseech you all to proceed as planned."
Another person added, "Indeed, we have bribed enough, and they, with no sha, asked for more. I say it's ti for us to reap what we sow!"
"He is right," one exclaid as he stood up. "We have all the support we need. The wolf is gone; now it's ti to take the den."
The sound of reason fell deaf against the clamor of greed and hubris, masked as glory and honor.
That night, while the commoners slept, three hundred n in several groups launched their coup. One group headed directly to the castle, and another to the gatehouse to prevent news from spreading. The attack took the relaxed guardsn by surprise. Despite fighting courageously, they were betrayed by so of their officers who had been bribed.
Without the Black Knights, the guardsn were forced to retreat to their holdout, where fighting continued as doors and barred gates were successively broken into.
As dawn broke, the castle was isolated from the city, with only the main keep and its imdiate surroundings remaining under the control of Lord Jorge's loyalists. They fought valiantly, but the betrayal had sealed their fate. Now, the rebels were negotiating with them, offering protection in exchange for surrender.
When this yielded no results, they resorted to threats.
"Do we need to bring your families here? We know where they live," the thugs commanding the attack shouted.
"Wouldn't it be unfortunate if sothing happened to your wives and daughters?" another threatened, his words followed by echoes of laughter.
Knowing Lord Lansius still had his n there, the rebels, having secured the gatehouse, sent their forces to round them up.
Little did they know what awaited them.
...
Guest House
"Da, they're coming for us," Farkas warned, having received the latest intel from his n in disguise who had worked through the night, detecting fighting in the castle and the gatehouse.
Daniella exhaled sharply and rose from the crates of bolts on which she had been sitting. "I think it's ti. Ready the n."
Farkas smiled. "With pleasure," he said and ran toward the adjacent stable and other buildings in the vicinity.
Daniella calmly prepared her new custom crossbow, and her n followed suit, grins on their faces. "So, stupid. They're going against the Black Lord with such a half-assed attempt."
That mockery was well-received, and many chuckled as they checked their blades and armor.
"It took them long enough to find their courage," one responded as he donned his helt.
"Five days, I've been eating dry rations with little ale, waiting for action."
"The waiting is just horrendous," another Nicopolan comnted amidst the chuckles.
Daniella, clad in armor and looking as beautiful as a marble sculpture of a demigod, gazed at the dozens of n who had cramd into the guest house. "You've endured shit. I have endured shit. Now, let's make them all pay."
The n cheered at her simple yet effective rallying cry. Just as their spirits soared, the heavy thud of armored boots silenced the room, drawing all eyes toward the entrance.
A group of n clad in imposing black plate armor entered the premises; their presence was unexpected. Yet, as they advanced, the air filled with great anticipation.
And the leading knight delivered on that promise. With deliberate movents, he reached up to remove his hood, revealing handso yet hawkish features and cold eyes. His slightly curly long brown hair made him look more like a deviant than a model knight. However, the n's voices swelled in a new wave of cheers, recognizing the face of the formidable Mage Knight.
"Sir Morton," Daniella greeted her comrade in arms. "So you've received the word?"
"I have," ca his usual brief and almost cold answer. Then his steely gaze swept over the n in the room.
"My n are ready," Daniella reassured him.
A faint smile broke through his otherwise stern deanor. "Gratitude for the assistance," he said to the Nicopolans and Korelians in the room. Then, he added, "Give these traitors no rcy."
The last word resonated with an ice-cold echo, charged with contained rage. It made the n shudder, yet it also stirred excitent among them. They hadn't known that the Mage Knight, who was always by Sir Jorge's side day and night, had been hiding in Three Hills. This revelation ant they now had ample strength to turn the tide of battle against the traitors.
Sir Morton took his helt from his squire and turned to Daniella. "Da, I ant no disrespect, but may I lead the charge?"
"The pleasure is all mine," Daniella replied with a wide smile.
"Don't stray like last ti," Sir Morton muttered.
Daniella chuckled, recalling the event in that fateful forest. "You can count on . This ti I have sothing worth fighting for."
Their exchange did not go unnoticed by their n, who chuckled and grinned with caution.
The coup had thrust the destiny of Three Hills, the Grand Alliance, and Lowlandia into uncertainty. Stray but a little, and not even history would be kind to them. The fate of their brothers-in-arms, along with the future of the region, rested heavily on their shoulders.
Winter of 4425 was still on the horizon, yet blood was set to once again etch the annals of Lowlandia.
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